97 Quotes About Rainbow-rowell

Come on, Snow. Let's see America.

He really does look perfect. Whatever strange look he’s going for—Gothic pop star—it works for him.

I'm always holding on by a thread! I thought the important thing was that I'm holding on!

So hot,” Simon says. “Got to see you fight without picking a fight with you myself.[...]“I promise to be just as hot later,” I say. “I’ll start fires all the way across the Midwest.

It's always fire with Baz. I can't believe he hasn't incinerated me yet. Or burned me at the stake.

He looks away from me, covering his mouth.“What are you laughing at.”He looks down, but waves his hand at me. “You—your—”I refuse to look down at myself. “My what, Snow?”“Your hair.”I refuse to touch my hair.“You look like that guy, with the wig—” He mimes playing the piano. “Duh, duh, duh, duhhh.”“Beethoven?”“I don’t know his name. With the big wig. There was a film about him.”“Mozart. You’re saying I look like Mozart.”“You’ve got to look, Baz, it’s a scream.

Simon catches up with me and traps me against the car. He’s kissing me before I see it coming, bending me back over the boot. “You were amazing,” he says, taking a breath. “You didn’t even need a wand.

I’m the most basic bitch possible.

It’s Baz they’re checking out, not me. He’s got to be scared, or at least nervous, but he doesn’t look it. I swear he gets less ruffled the more that he’s threatened. (When I’m the one threatening him, that’s infuriating. But it’s kind of cool now.)